These wry, self-deprecating poems-or verbal movies-may seem on first reading-or first viewing-merely vibrant wordplay, images on paper, light on a silver screen. But once internalized, the poems reveal a deep and empathetic comprehension of the beauty and loneliness contained in the most mundane human activities. Illuminating the exquisite darkness with humor and satire, Randy Stark reveals an entertaining antidote to modern despair.
From
"The Impressionist" Here's my impression of life in Exactamundo:
Exactly enough scientists, flowers and fish,
Exactly enough corneal transplants and trimmers and edgers,
Exactly enough outlets to let the creative side out in,
Exactly the quantity it should be let out in,
Exactly enough pumpkins turning into exactly enough casino buses,
Exactly enough timepieces on exactly enough wrists.
